10/13/10

13 Has Always Been Her Lucky Number..

Dear Bitchy,

Twenty-ONE years ago today your entry into this world taught me the meaning of true honest to God joy.I don’t think I can adequately describe that feeling in my heart when I first laid my eyes on you.I’ve learned so many more things from you since then.

I’ve learned how to laugh from deep down in my soul. I’ve laughed at you, I’ve laughed because of you, and of late - I’ve laughed with you.

I’ve learned the true meaning of fear, and the many faces fear has: the first STEP fear; the bicycle with no training wheels fear; the dealing with mean girls fear and the watching you enter middle school fear.

But, my darling, when you turned 16, you showed my heart the toughest meaning of fear. The kind of fear that creeps into a mother’s heart late at night and grips it so tightly it almost stops beating.I also learned to live with that fear, so that you could live your life, and make your own mistakes.(That was a tough one.) I've learned to harness that fear and turn it into hope.

You’ve also taught me that no matter how many mistakes I make, no matter how many times I embarrass you and no matter how many times I scream at you – you still love me.For that, I am most grateful.

And so, on this very special day, I want to tell you this.I loved the little girl who ran away from home to the backyard when I wouldn’t make her soup; I loved the little girl who in middle school got detention for spraying perfume on Jack Sprat; and I loved the young woman who in high school learned some tough, heartbreaking, valuable life lessons.You took them to heart and paved a new path for yourself – and that made me very, very proud.

Most importantly, I love you for who you are right now.

You are a part of my heart, my soul and my dreams.I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Happy Birthday my darling Bitchy. I love you more than you will ever know. Well, except when you have a bitchy of your very own. Then you will know........only then.

(It's a repost from last year- her 20th. However, I'm too verkelmpt to write a new one. Plus, we're meeting for a DRINK, and i have to get ready!!.)

Oh what a post....that one makes this mama cry. What a beautiful post to your daughter and I know I will be learning some of those same fearful lessons. And yes, those teenage lessons scare me the most.

Very nice post. So sweet. It really is amazing that our kids still love us in spite of ____. Whatever it is. Yelling, quick inaccurate judgments...That's unconditional love and it always humbles me.Hope your daughter has a wonderful day.

There really was a boy named Jack Sprat?? Seriously? Some parents. I have a few real ghost stories on my blog and one on there now, and saw that you like them.......13 is my lucky # also -- happy BD to the darling Bitchy.

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Cause I know you want to buy stuff...

About Me

I am a teacher, a writer, and the mother of three children. I've decided I'll never give up. No matter how many battles I lose; no matter how many tears I shed; no matter how many martinis I have to drink, I will continue to fight the good fight! I love to laugh, believe that every day is a new day, and thank God each morning that I am still here.